"Boy! Boy! Jimmy Bean, I want you to know how--how sorry I am,"
she panted, catching him with a detaining hand.
"Sorry nothin'! I ain't blamin' you," retorted the boy, sullenly.
"But I ain't no beggar!" he added, with sudden spirit.
"Of course you aren't! But you mustn't blame auntie," appealed
Pollyanna. "Probably I didn't do the introducing right, anyhow;
and I reckon I didn't tell her much who you were. She is good and
kind, really--she's always been; but I probably didn't explain it
right. I do wish I could find some place for you, though!"
The boy shrugged his shoulders and half turned away.
"Never mind. I guess I can find one myself. I ain't no beggar,
you know."
Pollyanna was frowning thoughtfully. Of a sudden she turned, her
face illumined.
"Say, I'll tell you what I WILL do! The Ladies' Aid meets this
afternoon. I heard Aunt Polly say so. I'll lay your case before
them. That's what father always did, when he wanted
anything--educating the heathen and new carpets, you know."
The boy turned fiercely.
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